User blog comment:Ferretmaiden/Klitchette II/@comment-1145722-20100604232734

Razgath to Gralmag: Well zen, how would you like to come under my employ, eh? If you don't like it here, zen join me. I run a small, eh, operation of creatures just like you. Rogues, loners, outcasts, and mercenaries. You can do whatever you like, and ze only beast you have to answer to is me. I will supply you with plenty of food and valuables, and all you have to do is go on certain.... how you say.... missions for me.

he smiles Well, what do you say monsieur? It is a good deal, yes?

Westley glances at Gralmag, biting his lip

OOC: BTW Thorn, they're outside of the camp.

Razgath to Thorn: narrows eyes Hmm.... yes.... oh, I remember! Yes, you were zat one stoat zat was skilled with ze knives, no? I was but a little enfant zen, but I still fought with ze best of 'em!

Ah well, I am technically not a horde leader, as you say; I run more of a mercenary band. But it is going well, despite the death of my poor fazer, may his soul rest in Hellgates.

OOC: BTW, Razgath is about 17 or 18 seasons old.